Hello everyone, I just wanted to inform all I have threads with that I will be gone from this coming Wednesday through Sunday. I won't be able to post consistently if at all during this time, but I will try to make up for it next week! I am sorry for the inconvenience to everyone.

Granted that most of you won't know me or remember me, but I've had a few matches here and there some time ago. Well I think its time to become a regular around here and try to have some fun again, but at the same time keep coming back. Anyway I think its time to jump into some matches with Zoe Taylor, my mud wrestling character from Australia and get her back into the squared circle. Furthermore I will update my characters as I think some proper changes need to happen.

The Black Fang had been doing a good job so far, all things considered. It was only a minute in, but already she’d shown that she could give the giant a hassle. Outmaneuvering her, managing to get her down early, working her over with some traditional moves. Decent way to start.

But one attack, one elbow in the gut, and it was all reversed. The second elbow sure didn’t help things, either. It left the Black Fang gasping, and open enough that Mikki could take advantage with anything she wanted. Her move of choice? An Irish Whip.

The Black Fang was sent off towards the ropes with precious few seconds to evaluate her choices. Normally, she would’ve grabbed the ropes to stop her momentum, but Mikki was throwing her so hard that she wasn’t sure she could pull it off. She quickly reasoned that her best chance was to roll with it. Maybe even use it to her advantage.

So instead of fighting the push, the Black Fang leaned into it, added to the drive. She bounced off the ropes and came back towards Mikki at high speeds, looking like she might just crash in the mountain of muscle and obliterate herself. But, instead, the Black Fang ducked and kicked her legs out, going into a baseball slide, a slick attempt to make her way between Mikki’s massive legs and slip out behind her.

"Haaahhhh!" Mikki grunted, as she pushed off on Black Fang and sent the girl flying to the ropes. Mikki's chest swelled a bit, as she took a deep breath. Fang was impressive for her speed, and her ability. Mikki wasn't used to getting taken to the mat like that, and it was an interesting way to get her introduction to the AFW ring.

Mikki had been clear on Black Fang being a clever wrestler, based on her relatively small frame and her mask. Thus far, the stereotype was bearing out. Mikki hadn't had many opponents from outside of the United States, yet, but she'd heard stories of what kinds of acrobatic daring-do and technical wizardry they could pull off. Mikki knew well what she brought to the ring, the kinds of power moves and brute force she could pull off, especially against an opponent roughtly Black Fang's size. She had little clue what Black Fang was capable of, however.

Mikki rolled her shoulders, keeping her body limber as she watched Fang turn off the ropes, sink into them, and come bouncing back off. The Wylde Child set her feet wide, dropping into a low and ready stance while waiting for her opponent to come back. She went through a couple of options, in her mind. A back body drop? Running Samoan drop? Lariat? Mikki opted for something simple but brutal, a spinebuster that would plant Fang against the mat and hopefully cut that mobility out from under her. Reaching forward as Fang was getting into range, however, the Macho Chick ended up getting a fistful of absolutely nothing, as Fang went low and slid right between her legs!

"Wh-what? Dammit!" Mikki stumbled forward, having braced herself for a catch that never ended up happening. The Black Fang would pass right between Mikki's legs, as she staggered, untroubled. The Wylde Child's head spun around, a blur of multi-colored hair and red, frustrated face. It would take a few moments for the powerhouse to get her center of balance back to where she wanted it, and Mikki knew all too well that those moments could prove crucial, if Fang could exploit them.

Ryoko had done baseball slides before, but typically she just used them as a way to attack enemies on the outside of the ring. This was the first time she’d ever employed it as an evasive manuever. The first time she’d fought anyone who could spread their legs far apart enough to give her ample sliding room. Needless to say, she was pleased with the results.

Now she just had to do something with them.

As she slid, the Black Fang turned to face her opponent and quickly rose to a crouch, so she was in a ready position when Mikki turned around. The second she had the giant in position, she leaped up as high as she could and shot both of her legs out with a dropkick, looking to plant both of her heels in the Wylde Child’s impressive chest.

Mikki could barely make out the blur that was Black Fang, as the masked wrestler speedily ducked the Macho Chick and popped right back up, behind her. It was taking too long for Mikki's footwork to compensate, leaving her all too vulnerable. As Mikki's eyes widened, it was clear that she was all too aware of Fang's advantage.

It was all too easy for Fang to get herself upright, launch herself into the air, and thrust her legs out to kick Mikki's ample chest, all in the time before Mikki could stop rocking on her unbalanced heels.

"HHRRRR!" Mikki grunted, as Fang's boots sank deep into her yielding chest! Already on unsteady footing, it was all too easy for Mikki to be sent toppling down onto her back! The bigger woman's arms windmilled a moment, a futile effort to keep her balance. She glared with wide-eyed frustration and hate at The Black Fang as she went down, but none of this was going to keep the Wylde Child from tumbling to the mat! Landing hard, Mikki wrapped her arms protectively around her aching chest, wincing in pain. She took deep breaths, trying to steady herself, trying to clear her head in anticipation of the all-too-clever masked girl's next move.

The Black Fang landed hard on her side, getting a little more air than she’d anticipated. For a second, there was a brief burst of panic, as she realized that Mikki hadn’t come down yet from the attack. She looked up and saw the giantess flailing madly, teetering over, almost…

”Pleasefallpleasefallpleasefall...”

And then Mikki fell.

”Yes!”

The Wylde Child crashed down on her back, and the Black Fang’s training immediately kicked in. One of the first things that Asami taught her was to never let a good pinning opportunity pass her by, and that was exactly what she saw here.

She lunged forward and flopped down on Mikki’s chest with her full weight, pinning her shoulders to the mat. The referee was a little surprised to see a pinfall so early, but she got with the program quickly enough and dropped down for the count.

Mikki Wylde was staring up at the arena lights, blinking a couple of times as she tried to re-orient herself to the world around her. "D-dammit ..." she began, but trailed off. The muscle-bound woman shook her head, took deep breaths to try and work through the pain, and tried to slowly rock herself upright.

One attempt was enough to tell her that this wasn't happening, for a moment. Black Fang was running circles around the bigger woman. Mikki knew the masked woman could be trouble, but she wasn't prepared for how much trouble. All the Wydle Child could do, from here, was to recover enough of her strength, and wait until the moment that she could finally get her arms around the smaller, masked woman. Then, they would see who was "clever" ...

Before she knew it, however, Black Fang was on top of Mikki yet again! Before Mikki could get herself off the mat, Fang was pressing into her, pinning her against the mat. Mikki grunted, as she felt the slender girl compressing her aching chest, trapping the big woman against the ring and drawing a count from the referee.

At that point, the frustrations Mikki had with the match up to now were came to an immediate boil. "RRAAHH!" Mikki cried out, her anger fueling a massive push from her arms. The Wylde Child braced her boots against the mat, pressed her hands on the thigh and shoulder of Black Fang, and bridged out of the quick pinfall with all the anger and might she could muster! "Not! Today!" she shouted, anger carrying through in her voice as it echoed through the arena.

Ryoko was, at heart, an optimist. She liked to think so, anyway. It generally helped with this sort of career - if you weren’t able to see the good in bad situations, things wound up pouring down on you. More than a few of her fellow wrestlerettes had wound up quitting when things got too heavy for them.

But even she, in her nigh-infinite optimism, didn’t think that her pin attempt was going to work. It wasn’t about that, really - Asami had taught her to pin early and often, that it was a good way to wear down an enemy and sap her energy. Given that Mikki clearly had a ton of energy to spare, it seemed like a good idea to go for it.

However, while she’d did see the escape coming, she didn’t quite expect to be catapulted into the air like that. The explosive burst sent her rolling away. So far that she went under the ropes and tumbled to the floor outside.

A little embarrassing.

More annoyed than anything, the Black Fang picked herself back up and slid back into the ring, hoping she hadn’t lost too much time with that detour.

With a full hoist of her body, Mikki was able to toss Fang off of herself, and break the pinfall. None of this managed to help with her mood, unfortunately. Sitting upright, the Wylde Child's shoulders were heaving as she took some deep breaths. The quick pin attempt of the masked girl still felt like an insult, one Mikki vowed to pay back.

The Macho Chick hadn't paid much mind to where Black Fang went sailing, only caring that she was off of her. Rolling up to her boots, Mikki rose to her full height, and only then became aware of the way in which Fang went tumbling out of the ring. Grinning widely, the Macho Chick took the opporunity to preen.

Chest swelling with pride, Mikki lifted her arms and flexed her biceps for the fans. She tensed her abs, hoping to again highlight the difference between her chiseled build, and Fang's more slender figure. That drew some jeers from the fans, who were quickly taking a shine to the hard-working and quick-witted masked girl. Mikki scowled.

Waiting for Fang to slide back into the ring, Mikki released her pose. She'd taken a good deal of time with her posturing, more concerned with sending a message about her confidence and build, than actually doing damage. Now, with Fang back in the ring, it was time to see where things might go next. Reaching her hands out, Mikki approached slowly. With a cocky grin, the Wylde Child seemed to be offering a lock up, challenging Black Fang with a test of strength.

The Black Fang made her way back into the ring, and she was immediately presented with two options from the energetic Mikki Wylde.

Option 1: Ryoko felt that accepting the tie-up would be a very ‘Black Fang’ thing to do. Dare to be brave. Face the behemoth head on. Kusanagi sensei always knew to fight smart, but she never turned down a challenge when one was presented to her, either.

Option 2: She could not lock horns with the woman who was twice her size.

With some understandable hesitation, the Black Fang reached out and started to lace her fingers with Mikki’s, highlighting the difference in size as their digits locked up with room to spare. She planted her feet down hard and got ready to squeeze back the second she felt the pressure coming, hoping it would be enough to hold out for a few seconds.

Mikki waited. Boots flat on the mat, stance wide, back up straight. She looked confident, as she waited for Black Fang's decision. Once or twice, the Wylde Child stomped the mat. Black Fang didn't seem too terribly hesitant, but Mikki looked impatient to get the answer to her invitation.

The Macho Chick grinned widely, however, as Fang reached up and intertwined their fingers. Looming over her opponent, this was a scenario that Mikki felt far more at home with. Slowing things down, trying to use her power to neutralize Fang's advantages in speed and technique. They were playing Mikki's game, now, and she was confident in her advantage.

"Hrrrrgh!" Mikki grunted, loudly enough to be heard by the crowd, as she clenched her hands aound fangs and pushed. The muscular Mikki pushed downward with force, her defined back flexing and tightening up to her shoulders. Mikki rolled her shoulers forward, pushing up from her legs, and tried to press down onto the Black Fang. Mikki's boots were planted firmly on the mat, as her legs tensed and inched her upper body forward and down toward Fang. Mikki kept a watchful eye on her opponents body, wanting to see just how far she could grind Black Fang down, and how well the masked woman would be able to fight back and resist her.